Why Am I Here? I am lost

- Laying Off The Bricks - #5

Session #5

"So many fingernails were layered upon my table."
"The stress and worry had gotten to me."
"My fingers look as if they've been butchered also."

"It's not that bad."

"So many regrets this past month..."
"So many decisions and choices that I can't take back."

"What do you mean?"

"Boredom still continues."
"Enjoyment here and there..."
"Forms of entertainment help, as well as television shows."
"I just wish the voices wouldn't backseat life me, or tell me to turn the TV off haha."
"It could just be myself..."
"My own thoughts, and my own conscience."
"It could be both."
"A mixture of my self deprecating ways, and the aggressive nature of what torments me."
"A mocking bird of sorts; trying to destroy my innocence."

"What are they doing?"

"Making me, turning me into the evil that lays dormant inside; locked away, with the key gone missing."
"They wave this key in-front of me at times, 'mocking' the fact that they have a spare."
"Who gave them this key? Why do they, have it anyway..?"

Or was this a lie..?

"What are you saying Sebastian?"

"I'm so tired... and I can't sleep."
"Why can I not sleep?"

"Sebastian?"

"So many questions, without any answers."
"And it still continues to be this way..."
"Fuck."

"I'm sorry you feel lost. You will be found! I know you will, I'm here to help you..."

"You don't say much... you just listen."

"Because I'm here to listen to you."

Stop pushing people away.